Forgive me...

I think i'm trying to capture a moment.

神圣的上帝，请宽恕我宽恕我爱的人。

Forgive me, and bless my dear.

I have nothing, but i have a heart that will support you at always.

I am nobody, but i am someone who is always here there for you.

I do not know what to do, but i will pray for you.

I will share your money/food/happiness.. and pain.

Always..

Always..

Sometimes, i think i can run very fast, trust me, really fast.

Now, i still think i can run very fast just that.. i'm running in a circle.

A God Damn Circle.

Six weeks ago, two suitcases were packed. They sat in my bedroom for nearly a week, so full of clothes and personal items, i have to sit on top if it just to zip it closed. Packing the suitcases was difficult things that that that that I’ve had to do. I thought i will be glad of leaving that place but i was not.. What gave me the sadness? The freedom i had for two years. I knew what would happened leaving my lovely room, disaster. Within 3 weeks i went to Manchester - Liverpool - Bristol - Newcastle - Manchester - Dublin - Belfast - Dublin and i am currently staying in a studio in Dublin. <- What?! Sounded like i'm proud of it? No no.... Ferking tired.

Today, i'm planing what to put into the two suitcases. They sat in the studio for nearly two weeks, so empty, i think i can put the hnd carry into the large suitcase. Packing the suitcases is not that difficult anymore.. I thought i'll be sad of leaving Europe. What makes me feel sad? The craziness in Malaysia. The craziness that i'm not going through for two years. But guess no, i feel good. I've prepared...

I'm going home.